Draw My Soul - Стыд - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The cunning smiled slyly, he knew the rules of the game for sure and that today he would not hurt to get rich your spilled tears, your spilled blood would help him and dutifully bowed and in flames of shame burned righteously yell for a wounded morality, we dried the voluntary purgatory, we are alive in the only way Dreams ask Google in the evening who was the colossus on the clay legs of the colossus was silent. And in sad despair the rulers were like anacephals. There were so few authorities and in plastic there, so that the fatality with the fountain was transferred to their fear in their eyes, but they did not believe them trembled in obedience, letting go of their hands, and they slavery to us in Vienna, so that it was in the blood and that we were in the blood They didn’t die from longing for us songs about love, but it hurts me so painfully. It is painful to repent under the press of degradations I am ashamed to obey all those who came up with the difference between nations to those who cultivate moral whore hanging on the mind of the castle and run for fashion, leave the hope of the utopian and the false scientist, they will not let us cross these dark waters, lean the knees. And I am ashamed of you, I am ashamed for you ... all ... all ...